Hot Barista Novels & Stories

Arson POV. "Fuck" I swear internally as i felt the heat from the cup almost burn my hands, the girls before the bar table were still giggling excitedly, unaware of the passed danger i was in, i professionally mixed different variety of hot drinks, with my hands running round different glasses.

hotter responded, a smile dancing on his lips, I got star strucked for a moment, Max King was known as the hottest single billionaire for a reason, and this must probably be it, one could not stop staring at his face. "Would you like to get started with something to drink?" "Yes, I would like a Martini for a start, Daniel, what would you like?" He looked over to Daniel, who was furiously typing away on his phone, with every click, whomever he was texting was feeling the heat of his anger. "He would like a Martini as well" He replied, I took note of it as I walked over to the bar, Philip, the old bartender was there, and so I got the order, I walked over to the both of them, placing their dri

She needed closure, but wasn't quite sure how to get it. "The pumpkin spice coffee is finally back in season. I swear I want to get ten of them just to make up for the rest of the year when they don't have it." Kari smirked and moved toward the counter, glancing over her shoulder. "My treat." "No. You paid last time." Sicily moved up beside her, handing her card to the handsome, young barista. "I'll pay for both of us." "Of course, ma'am. What can I get you?" He glanced at Kari and then back to Sicily, his gaze almost analyzing.

"Miss, I'm really sorry. I was trying to stop him but he insisted." I looked at my food server and then, I looked at him. "I know. Stubborn. All right, just take care of our other new customers." I tilted my head, pointing customers who just arrived. They need to be accommodated more than this one. "Just leave that one alone and he will get tired too." "All right, miss." The food server came out of the counter-kitchen and Zack and I were left along with my other barista personnels who were also busy doing their own things and mixing espresso coffees.

I was going to wait for her at first but with how cold it was, I went up to the register and ordered a hot cocoa. While waiting for it I looked around a bit. The place was filled with all kinds of random stuff. Memorabilia but from different things. Baseball cards, hula girl statues, movie theater tickets, license plates, cat and dog figurines. All kinds of stuff. The place was empty other than the one barista making my cocoa, and some guy sitting near the back. His frame caught my attention. Something about him seemed familiar. But I couldn’t put my finger on it. I got my hot cocoa and went to sit down. When I did I caught the guy’s eyes. Dark, dark brown. Almost black. And so serious, deep

Noel asked, typing on the chatbox below the video. “Nothing much.” The man said, scratching the back of his head. “I am just stuck with work. Help me, Noeell!” “That isn’t my problem.” Noel typed out, looking at the barista in front of him and pointed at the item on the menu on the counter. Caramel Boba tea. “Just one? Would you like whipped cream with that?” She asked, sneaking glances at him every now and then. Noel nodded and paid, taking his token, he took a seat at the corner of the café, finally turning his attention to the man on the screen, glaring at him.

in hand-painted letters. I push inside. The smell hits me first—dark roast and cinnamon, something baking in a back kitchen, the faint trace of rain-soaked wood. A handful of people are scattered throughout, buried in laptops or books or quiet morning conversations. Jazz plays softly from speakers I can't see. "What can I get you?" The barista is young, maybe twenty, with bright eyes and a nose ring. "Americano," I say. "Black." "Brave choice." She grins. "Most people need at least a little sugar to face the day."

With only two baristas working at the counter and two working at the back, the coffee house is full with people waiting to be served. When it is my turn, I hand the Centurion Black Card to the barista and try to place my order as soon as I can. “Can I have a cup of ristretto, and a grape wine lamb and porcini lasagna to go please? Make it quick.” Just as I say, the barista takes Jamie’s card from my hand. However, before I can notice, he runs his fingers through my palm. With a sharp gasp, I draw my hand back in a reflex action. I raise my head and look at the barista, and I see Bobby.

He nods and shakes his head as he smiles at Anthony. "I'd bet a million on that logic." He states and River smiles some more. "You have no idea how much this helps me." River nods at Anthony, who tilts his head up to give River a longing glance. "Enjoying everything so far?" The Barista that served them earlier walks up to the table, clutching a tablet sheathed in a thick, protective case. He is a handsome young man, with chiseled, youthful looks and flawless, dark skin that glows under the lights.

Which was weird. Today was a working day for him, and he should be here somewhere. Regardless of the turmoil going on within me, I took a seat in a more secluded area. “What would you like to order, ma’am?” I lifted my head and was surprised to find a pretty brunette. Most of the baristas here were males, so I was surprised to find a young female. “Iced cappuccino and a cinnamon roll.” “Okay. Your order will be here soon.” I nodded, staring at the window overlooking the busy city.